#triggerbigger

[sinshosted]

@triggerbigger said: “ hey , i just had an interesting thought : ’ actually , fuck this ! ’ ”

It really should not come as a surprise to Ava at this point that the Onceler was not going to even be remotely fun and let her do benign activities in his presence, or with him, and yet here she was. Marginally surprised that he had let her get this far before shutting her down.

She can't stop herself from smiling, turning a crooked grin back his way. "What? Scared?" She taunts, starting to clamber up the large insect waiting behind her. "Don't you wanna see your city from above? Or do you just not trust me?" The latter made more sense to her as to what would stop him from joining her, even though Ava would never throw anyone off the dragonflies that she invited on. Hell, she had even brought Peony out, who admittedly was the worst one to have anyone new ride with, but she was the only one who actually liked the Onceler. So long as Ava was reminding the insect to be calm, it wouldn't try to do the same tricks that it did when it was just Ava alone

[monmuses]

@triggerbigger asked: MUSE : for one muse to model for the other’s art project. (for moxie... altho "art project" is just the thneed LKFDSJALKJDF) ; a comprehensive list of scenarios

    She was a performer, not a modeler. It was an odd choice in offering this job to her of all people. Despite her small size and odd choice in fashion, a man had taken the chance to give this business offer. To model for a new piece of fashion - an art project, in his words. Coming back from her job as a performer (or as a "flapper girl" for her time) and to be met with this offer was a surprise.

    It wasn't permanent, surprisingly. It wouldn't replace her current job, but there was a sense of excitement to it. Something new, something fresh. With some kind of second opinion from friends, she gave the go and agreed. It would be a first time for everything, wasn't it?

    Though, for the modeling process, she was given what she'd be wearing. A "thneed", according to the Onceler. What an odd piece of fabric. Returning to the small stage she had, she wore the thneed, feeling almost bare without her heavy coat.

    "Uhm ... Mister Onceler sir, how would you like me to pose?" She asked, bringing her arms up. "I can try to ... give a bit of a curve or ... legs out. Whatever you'd wish. But ... is this your art project?"

[supraxstcllas]

@triggerbigger: “a shapeshifter? it could be anyone. i mean - it’s not me. but it could be anyone else.” (for match)

" I think I'd know if you were. " he said, head quirked slightly, " I have a really strong sense of smell and x-ray vision. I bet I could tell if your insides are different from a human's. "

[rotcursed]

@triggerbigger said: “ this is all my fault. ” (for agnes :3 hi sexie :3) * 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑  𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓  𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓  𝐎𝐍𝐄  :  𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟒.

As much as she wants to smile, sympathetically of course, Agnes knows that that is the last way that she wants to treat the Onceler when he is actively being vulnerable. He is in rare form when he ventures out of the Institute or his own haunts to come find her at her flat.

Two cups of coffee sit on the table before them, still steaming. "Talk to me, if you need." She has no allegiances one way or the other, and anything that he says will be kept in confidence, despite what some of the others he interacts with may want. "I can make you something to eat, if you'd like. I can't promise it will be any good, but... It might be helpful."

[xheartpages]

@triggerbigger asked: "Talk a big game, but I know you're nervous." (jack :3)

"Nervous? You think you make me nervous?" Jack's face scrunches in distaste, arms crossing over his chest before he's rolling his eyes in an exaggerated fashion. " Some people might call that projection."

-- But perhaps there was some truth to it as well.

The air was frigid; snow dusting the ground below them with icicles dangling from the balcony he was balancing himself on the edge of and frost dusting the windows of the building. Trying to 'freeze' the Oncler into submission should of been easy -- simple. Humans generally couldn't stand the cold for longer than short bursts, and many of the workers were finding it increasingly difficult to attempt and chop down half frozen trees; let alone navigate through the icy terrain. His weather stopped work in it's tracks, and it's going on several weeks of this.

... But humans weren't the only things to not be able to handle long amounts of unexpected cold --

Blue eyes narrowed further, hands gripping his biceps in irritation. The longer he was here, the more damage he was causing to this environment as well ... If this stalemate didn't end soon, then --

"Just give up already. Unless you want all of your guys to end up with bad cases of frostbite." Jack shifts, letting his body fall gracefully so he could sit on the edge of the railing with a huff. "You're being stupid, you know --"

[freezerbrain]

@triggerbigger asked: "Not being sarcastic."

They pause and look at him like he's been replaced with somebody else. Normally he's always got some sort of humorous ( or dickhead, depending on how you viewed things ) response. Normally, Veronica doesn't particularly care which it is, and she can usually tell when somebody's being sarcastic or serious. The added clarification must mean it's something important, or he just admitted to being genuine, which is strange and highly off-putting.

They turn their stare to the cherry slushie in their hand for a moment, debating. Veronica pushes it towards him from across the counter. She's not expecting him to take the offer in full honesty; they're not going to delude themself. But they figure that hey, at least they offered. " Here. Drink it fast. "

[beelieves]

* ― 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃 | accepting.

@triggerbigger asked: ❛ bee….. why are you such a people pleaser. ❜

WAS   she   a   people   pleaser?   Bee   fell   silent   before   her   gaze   turned   to   meet   the   man's.

"I   think??   I   just   like   making   people   happy?   I   feel   all   warm   and   fuzzy   in   my   guts   And   uh   --   ....."   She   hesitated,   fingers   nervously   poking   together.

“If   I   do   nice   things   for   others,   maybe   they   won’t   mind   me   being   around,   you   know?   I   mean…   I’m   not   really   good   at   much   else…”

[viralesmater]

@triggerbigger: 🎁

she watches the man as he witnesses first hand the carnage at the edge of the Yellow Zone, the Infected mindlessly attacking the Blackwatch soldiers that not even a few moments prior had been in their faces about their presence here. while Elizabeth made sure the grotesque creatures kept their distance, she didn't stop them from slashing and devouring the soldiers, their screams echoing up the street to them. it was like music to her ears; but by the wide eyed horror on the taller man's pale face, she was sure he didn't appreciate it in the same way.

she watches with a small, satisfied smile as some of the soldiers, now Infected, got up from bloody puddles to join the horde. she sighs softly,

" No one can leave once they merge. "

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